I am

I am not another drop

of condensation—

a falling tide.

Nor am I the sound

of waves breaking the 

defeated, running soldiers.

I am the ocean 

herself... the sea

and all of it’s multitudes.

Reflections of clouds and 

soaring eagles, the sun 

and his moon—

these are simply

the tip of the iceberg

with which you may 

get to know me.

It is those who bring sunglasses,

a bottle of red wine, and the air

of an art critic that I allow 

a taste, a salty pucker 

chance to swim.

And so, if it is you,

I recommend stretching first.